Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

Ye Zhixuan was also startled for a moment by the movement coming from behind, and then looked back.

"Master?"

She murmured, frowned slightly, and walked forward quickly.

After Zhang San saw his young master being beaten, his pupils suddenly shrank, he activated his skills with all his strength, and fiercely attacked Lang Zimiu.

Lang Zimiu raised his head and looked at the guy who was attacking him. He felt the spiritual energy emanating from his body and roughly estimated his strength, which was about three levels of Spiritual Lord Realm.

When the surrounding pedestrians saw this, they immediately hid away, not wanting to be implicated.

At the same time, everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that someone would dare to take action in Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng began to have strict regulations, and no fights or outbreaks of spiritual energy were allowed in Jiangcheng.

"If you dare to hurt my young master, you will die!"

With an angry shout, Zhang San was already in front of Lang Zimiu, and then he struck straight at Lang Zimiu's face with a powerful punch.

Lang Zimiu also moved. He slightly activated the God Emperor's technique, and an extremely violent pure golden spiritual energy was released from around him, with extremely powerful power.

Seeing this, Zhang San's pupils suddenly shrank again, and his expression became extremely shocked. He couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was so powerful.

The punch he punched with all his strength was restrained in mid-air by Lang Zimiu's violent spiritual energy, making him unable to go any further.

Then he felt a suffocating grip on his neck.

Lang Zimiu raised the middle-aged man in front of him high, his eyes even colder, even with murderous intent.

Then he felt hatred in his heart, exerted force on his hands, and strangled him to death in front of the man's increasingly frightened and ferocious face.

Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him who was held high in the air lose his last breath, his eyes inevitably showed a strange color, and he felt a little uncomfortable, and then he let go of his right hand.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground and fell heavily backwards. There was no trace of breath anymore, and his dead face was very ferocious.

Ye Zhixuan, who ran over in a hurry, saw this scene, his beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face. He used his hands to protect himself in front of him to resist the aftermath of Lang Zimiu's violent spiritual energy.

The arrogant man lying on the ground covering his face was looking at him with fear at this moment, his body was shaking violently, and he subconsciously retreated towards the back.

After Lang Zimiu saw Zhixuan walking towards him, he slowly recovered and put away the violent spiritual energy on his body.

"Master? What's going on?"

After Ye Zhixuan saw the aftermath of the spiritual energy disappearing, he ran towards him in a panic and asked.

After inadvertently seeing the corpse in front of Lang Zimiu, she suddenly turned her head away, a trace of fear appearing on her pretty face.

"Zhixuan, you go to Wuyue's side first. What I do next will scare you."

Lang Zimiu said in a deep voice, his eyes still filled with coldness.

Ye Zhixuan was at a loss when he heard this, and then hurriedly crossed the corpse in front of him and hid behind him.

Jiang Wuyue stepped forward in a panic, grabbed Ye Zhixuan's arm, and pulled her back.

"Sister..."

"Master is angry..."

She whispered, a little scared, this was the first time he saw Lang Zimiu like this.

"What's wrong? What just happened?"

Ye Zhixuan asked in a panic, his beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

As soon as she walked to the headwear stall she was interested in, she heard movement from behind, and then...

"Just now, that man..."

Jiang Wuyue explained to her, explaining why Lang Zimiu was so angry.

Ye Zhixuan looked at Lang Zimiu after hearing this, his beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

I felt a little scared in my heart. If Master hadn't been there, would I have...

At the same time, she felt particularly happy. She stared at Lang Zimiu's tall back, her eyes suddenly filled with love.

Lang Zimiu walked up to the man in front of him, looked at his ferocious and frightened look, and couldn't help but curl his lips and sneer.

Then he slowly squatted in front of him, grabbed his neck, and stared at him.

The man caught in his hand suddenly became frightened, his whole body was shaking violently, and he did not dare to look at him. He felt extremely regretful in his heart, regretting why he had provoked this madman.

Even Zhang San of the third level of Spiritual Lord Realm is no match for him.

"Not everyone can make you covet, do you understand?"

Lang Zimiu spoke slowly, his low words filled with coldness.

The force exerted by his hands was a little tight, and he pinched the man in front of him to the ground. His face turned red, he foamed at the mouth, and he just rolled his eyes.

His whole body twitched unconsciously.

"stop!"

Suddenly a panicked shout came from a distance.

Lang Zimiu raised his eyes coldly and saw an old man coming quickly from a distance, his face full of fear, shock and panic.

"Stop it! Lang Zimiu!"

"He is the son of Kunlun Zongzong Zhang Daoxuan, Zhang Nan!"

The old man shouted in panic as he rushed towards this side quickly.

He couldn't let Zhang Nan get into trouble in Jiangcheng, otherwise the Kunlun Sect would never let him go. This time Zhang Nan came to Jiangcheng in the name of a visit, but in fact he came to Jiangcheng to have fun.

Lang Zimiu stared at this person, and a memory of him emerged in his mind.

This person is none other than the Lord of Jiangcheng, Song Yan.

The strength is not bad, but compared to the top experts of the four major sects, it is still much inferior.

"Lang Zimiu, what are you doing? Stop it quickly."

Song Yan quickly rushed to Lang Zimiu and said with a panic look on his face.

But after seeing his cold eyes, she trembled slightly and felt a little afraid.

Then he inadvertently saw Zhang San's body two meters behind.

His pupils shrank sharply, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

In his impression, Lang Zimiu was only at the first level of the Spiritual Mortal Realm. Why was he able to kill Zhang San, who was at the third level of the Spiritual Lord Realm?

"Gudu~"

He couldn't help but swallowed, and immediately changed his posture to look at Lang Zimiu, and prayed in a trembling voice:

"Elder Lang, please don't be impulsive. I, Mr. Song, am begging you."

The passers-by who were watching from a distance looked shocked when they saw the posture of their city lord in front of Lang Zimiu.

"Hehehehe."

Lang Zimiu sneered, took a deep breath, stared at him with a pair of cold eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't say he is the son of the leader of the Kunlun Sect."

"Even the leader of the Kunlun Sect must die for me today!"

The words were filled with anger and arrogance.

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force in his hands.

Just hearing a click, the eyes of the frightened and struggling man in front of him went black, he lost his life, and his head fell to one side weakly.

Lang Zimiu let go of his hand, shook his hand unhappily, and stood up.

Song Yan watched all this happen with his own eyes, his pupils trembled violently, and his face was full of panic. Then his legs softened and he fell to his knees on the ground.

I'm done thinking.